MEDDIE’S POV
The sun shines on my face. Bright and yellow. I wake up, looking around the room.
‘Woah! Did we sleep here last night?’
‘f**k! Why does my head hurt so much? Did we drink last night?’
‘Wake up b***h! We’re still in the gala building. Move your a*s. We need fatty food. You’re having a hangover.’
‘f**k! Hurts like a cunt!’
A maid comes in, without knocking, “what are you doing here? Everyone is worried about you. Go to the main building.”
“Huh? Who’s worried about me?” I can barely open my eyes, what is she saying?
“Oh god! Move out of the way. Go to the main building. Madam Fia is worried about where you are, as well as all the capos.” Saying this she starts cleaning the room, not paying me any more attention.
I go downstairs, and out of the main door, exiting the gala
